ERIC’S POVI pushed open the door to the penthouse, the familiar smell of home hitting me right away. My body was still buzzing from the confrontation at the mansion, but seeing Sabrina up and moving around the kitchen eased something tight in my chest. She was at the stove, wearing one of my shirts that reached her thighs, flipping eggs in a pan. The sight should have been normal, peaceful even. But after last night, it made my heart ache. She was trying so hard to act okay.“Hey,” I said softly, closing the door behind me. “You should be resting, baby.”She turned and gave me a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m fine, Eric. Seriously. I wanted to make us breakfast.”I walked over and watched her for a second. Her hands were shaking slightly as she stirred the food. I knew that look. She was trying to distract herself, to push the horror away by doing something normal. I couldn’t let her carry it alone.“I know you,” I said gently, reaching past her to turn off the stove. “
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